Disclaimer:I don't own Harry Potter or Snape, though I wish I owned Snape.
Severus Snape looked up at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling at the Malfoy manner, above the table where Snape had no choice but to allow for Professor Burbage to be killed and fed to Nagini, and he hated himself for it. The meeting was over, everyone had left, but Snape continued to sit, staring, contemplating the meaning of the chandelier, and what it meant for him.
To most, this chandelier was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing more than a symbol of the Malfoy's wealth, but to Snape it was more...so much more. For Snape, this chandelier represented everything about himself that he hated. It was a symbol of being a Death Eater, a symbol of his so called "allegiance" to Voldemort, a symbol of his past and his greatest regret.
The chandelier itself was an almost an exact replica of the one in the Slytherin Common Room, the place where Snape had made his friends and had joined in their ideologies. For him, that chandelier was where it all started. The Malfoy chandelier hung above every meeting Voldemort held, casting it's broken light around the room. Every time Snape looked up at the chandelier, it was a hard reminder of how deep in this mess he really was.
The context of the chandelier was not the only thing that had any symbol to him. Each piece represented something about himself and what he was involved in. The crystal itself, so clear, reminded him just how unclear everything was. The broken shards of crystal that made up the chandelier mirrored the shards of his broken heart, and, like those pieces of crystal, his heart would never be whole again. The beauty of the chandelier reminded him just how ugly his soul was for hurting the most beautiful person in the world. The chandelier, in short mocked him.
All this caused Snape to hate that chandelier more than almost anything in the world. In fact, the only thing he hated more than that blasted chandelier was himself.